With these glass wings I\'m perched
On the windowsill
Wanting to flee but too afraid
To face the perils of the journey
So fragile now, but it seems the only way
The moon is a crescent, a slit, a smile in the sky
It mocks me and I sit, bathed in its light and cry
Inside, a black hole
No emotion to convey
Just dreaming for more
But dying every day
Purpose has bled from my bitten fingertips
About a million miles for childhood innocence
And the doors to my cell are shut, key tossed aside
Until I speak,
Part my lips
But I will lock and toss the key
To speak is to condemn
